I asked my father-in-law, a crop duster, how his day had gone.
“I had just the worst day,” he replied. “This morning I was up in my plane dusting a field when I nicked a power line and damaged the wing on the plane. When I got back to the office, my boss chewed me out. Then the guy from the FAA chewed me out. On my way home, I stopped at a bar and was handed a warm beer.
So I yelled at the bartender, ‘Don’t you have any cold beer?!’
The bartender said, ‘Sorry, but we’ve been out of electricity all day ever since some idiot crop-duster hit a power line down the road.'”